Planted seeds for prosperity –images of children frolickingthe delight of yellow horizonstradition setting our fields ablaze Till greed came knocking –brother turning on brother Rhetoric and lies shrapnelshattering our dreams Only the deer frolic nowunwitting participants inthis unprovoked slaughterland mines defiling landscapes But seeds are not lost,nor are the legacy of generationswhose soil has known […]
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Dove’s mournful cryspotlights Nature’s calling –Let us find a harmonic notesing along for conservation,for preservation, for a strongtomorrow – find our voicesand join the chorus. (Image my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
Heart finding wings!
Good one, VJ 🙂
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Thanks Hammad!
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The lightness afterwards is beyond words.
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It’s so true. Thanks Paul.
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The letting go doesn’t come easily…
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No, it does not…
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That was my thought as well. But the letting go is liberating, even it takes a very long time to get there.
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I’ll keep working on it! 😊
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As will I!
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